Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 793:

“No, thank you. I can’t drink anymore,” Rachel declined as politely as she could.

The man scowled. “That’s not fair! Why can you drink with others but not with me? I’m not asking much, just one glass.”

Before Rachel could respond, more glasses were shoved into her hands, one after another, as the men jeered and egged her on. Her vision started to spin, and she began to lose her grip on the situation.

Then, long, elegant fingers emerged through the crowd. “I’ll drink on behalf of Ms. Marsh.”

In her dazed state, Rachel assumed it was Samira. Then, a waiter appeared and ushered her to a separate couch where she could rest.

Needless to say, the men were unwilling to let her go. “Who do you think you are?” they demanded from the newcomer.

a smile. “I am her subordinate. As such, it is my duty to

right! Since you volunteered yourself, don’t blame us for what

hold back at all. But at the same time, they had sorely underestimated this woman’s alcohol tolerance. She turned out to be a force to be reckoned with, able to out-drink just

In her high heels, she stood taller than most

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was a commanding quality to her tone and presence that warned them not to act too

poured another drink without batting an eye and handed it

waved his hands in front of him. “No, no, please! I

rose, her gaze turning icy. “If you can’t drink that much yourself, then don’t force it on others—especially Ms. Marsh. If I

question why a mere subordinate would dare to speak to them like

place, the woman